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FTEC, Saturday, July 14 [Day Shift]

Dinosaurs?

Dinosaurs?

Christian had to dodge several to get to the clinic this morning, and he was very glad the clinic had its protective magics when he saw the size of the teeth on some of them. He made sure the exam rooms were stocked and ready, anticipating many patients arriving today or this evening.

[Eep, sorry up so late -- would you believe I just woke up?]

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The doctor is in.

Empty . . . for now.

Charlie stumbled into the clinic, clutching her bookbag full of meowing kittens, right after the attack at Groovy Tunes and running into Peter in the Park. "Hey." She gave Christian a weak smile, and wiped at a cut on her forehead with shaky fingers. "Um, I could use a band-aid?"

"Band-aids we have," Christian said, looking at the mewing bag. "But this isn't a veterinary clinic, sweetheart."

"What?" Charlie shook her head. "No, they're fine. They didn't get eaten. I just want the splinters out," she said, wincing as she held up her arm, with various bits of wood sticking out. She dabbed at the cut on her forehead again. "There was a tiger." She blinked at him, still trembling with adrenaline.

Christian led Charlie to the exam room and motioned for her to sit on the exam table as he put on a pair of latex gloves. "Did you say tiger? I thought it was dinosaurs out there."

"Didn't your mother teach you not to play with dinosaurs?" Christian said. "Come on (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/357255.html?thread=8686215#t8686215), let's take a look at you and get you cleaned up."

"I think it was a sabretooth," Charlie said, sitting down on the table, still holding onto her bag for all she was worth. "It had fangs. Tusks? Fangs? The big ones," she clarified. She gulped. "I set fire to part of the shop. And then I ran."

Meows from the bag.

Christian eyed the bag. "You didn't steal its kittens or something, did you?" he said as he cleaned the blood from Charlie's forehead so he could see how deep the wound was.

"Hunh?" Slowly calming down, Charlie finally heard the kittens continued complaints, and opened the bag. "Oh! No, they're Miss Valentine's. I couldn't leave them there. They would have been snack food." Mopsy poked a head out, followed by the other two. "Hey guys," she said, patting them. "We're okay now. Yeah."

"You're going to need a few stitches here," Christian said, checking out the inch-long wound. "Are you allergic to anything?"

"No," Charlie said automatically, then more strongly, "No, I'm not." The shaking was starting to tail off, and she took a breath. "Wow. You're really calm about all this."

"Sweetheart, when you've been in this town as long as I have, you learn to take these things in stride," Christian said. He dabbed a topical anesthetic on the cut, then got needle and thread and began to stitch her up. "This should heal up just fine, but you'll have to keep it clean and dry until the stitches come out in a week and a half or so."

"Okay." Charlie winced briefly, then concentrated on keeping still, petting the kittens as she waited out the stitching. "Should I come back here, to have them out?"

"Yes, the nurse or whoever is on duty should be able to take them out," Christian said. He finished closing the wound and put a bandage over the stitches. "There we go. Now let's take a look at your arm." He grabbed a pair of tweezers so he could gently pull the slivers out.

Roy and Aly finally made it to the clinic early in the afternoon after facing raptors at the police station (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1872313.html#comments), both looking worse for wear and pretty cut up. They still were on their feet however even if Roy was sticking close just in case.

Roy's uniform was pretty much ruined and while he had several cuts over his torso and arms, his left side was bleeding worse.

Charlie held up her arm, muttering "Ow ow ow" for a second, then biting her lip to shut herself up as he removed pieces of the destroyed counter from her arm. "There were dinosaurs in the park. And some of my friends were there." She swallowed. "I should go back and help. Nobody was hurt, yet, but they were trying to keep the dinosaurs busy."

For Roy and Aly

Christian took one look at the two of them and said, "Exam Two (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/357255.html?thread=8695431#t8695431)."

Aly was a bit unsteady and her right shoulder looked like it had been chewed on. Which it had. She was with it enough to look amused at Roy's hovering. The fact that she'd told him she'd be okay several times might have been apparent.

She smiled at Christian. "Thanks. Hopefully you haven't been too overloaded today?"

"No offense, sweetheart," Christian said, "but a kid like you should be taking cover, not going out in the middle of this." He grabbed a pair of lighted magnifying glasses and slipped them over his eyes so he could make sure he got everything out of Charlie's arm, then applied antibiotic to the wounds, bandaging the cuts that needed it.

"You're my second and third customers today," Christian said, motioning for Aly to hop up on the table and Roy to take a seat in the chair beside it. "I'm going to have to have you take off your shirt. You want to go to another room or are you okay with your boyfriend being here?"

Aly stared and then started laughing as she got up on the table. "He's not my boyfriend. He can stay. He won't look."

She glanced over at Roy with a raised eyebrow and an implied thread and nearly started laughing again at his expression.

"All right then, take off your shirt," he said. "Or do you need help? Either of you two allergic to anything?" He pulled on a new set of latex gloves.

She reached up to unbutton her shirt shakily and pulled it off. "No, I'm good. And not allergic to a thing."

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